Even though I speak Japanese, in Japan I’ve often felt ‘lost in translation’. This recent short trip was an exception…
it all begins with the unbearable blandness of airport food…to step into another world with thee, oh kohada, kohada, come live with me, and be my loveankimo to die for (TDF), melodious birds sing madrigals on my tonguea kareipan vending maching at hanedashokudo foodshokudo food continued…potesara, shogayakiTDF, seasonal Sembikiya parfaitlucky as fuck, an unexpected encounter with a hambaagaKawame’s the best, love me an izakayaAkebono…like beckoning bosoms, appropriately delighted inginzaMotomachi…bringing back memoriesthe most amazing fountain ink collection! only at Motomachi Itoyaa Pavoni in YokohamaKengo Kuma’s Nezu Bijutsukanalso TDFa view to Yoku Moku
ONe of my favourite showa buildings in ginza, filled with tiny galleries and stairwells with attitude
A cafe where you’re not allowed to talk, Shibuyakomagome doorwaysjumbo gyozadepachikadepachikadepachikaKagurazakacould live on bread alonea specialty dashi shop, custom made to your umami specifications….food nerdginzawhat happened here?bonsai potatoesdefinitely TDFis the sun coming or going?am I coming or going?hanging out with ‘the girls’…where there’s no need for translation, maybe not even words
MASAKO FUKUI 
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